I'm Not Insane, I'm Not Insane

Brian's POV-

"Where the hell is the journal?!?!" I yelled in Shawn's face again, clutching my hand tighter around his neck. He raised his hands to his throat in attempt to loosen my grip. He only shook his head no and tried to breathe, his face a bright shade of red.

"Brian, man, let him go! He can't breathe!" Matt warned, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Fuck it, you're useless!" I yelled at Shawn, releasing my grip on his neck and dropping him to the floor. I glared at him, kneeled over, catching his breath. He doesn't deserve to breathe. He very well could be the end of my sister! The asshole stole the book and I know it!

"Now, I’m gonna ask you one more time, Shawn. Where. The. Hell. Is. That. Journal." I gritted out.

"I-I d-d’ont know!!!" He panted.

I growled in frustration and threw the chair next to me across the room, storming passed the guys and to my car. I got in, slammed the door, revved the engine and pealed out of the driveway, speeding back to my house. I have to find that book, I can’t let Kimmy die.

Jimmy's POV-

"Stop," Kimmy whispered, still asleep.

I was awake, just sitting and watching her sleep. It kind of made me feel like a creep. I woke up less than an hour ago. Kimmy's whimpering woke me up and I comforted her for a while until she was calmed down. I looked at the clock I have on the bedside table. In bright red, the numbers '4:59' flashed across the screen.

"Stop, please," Kimmy whimpered, and her breathing picked up. I pulled Kimmy into my arms, gently shaking her awake, and when that didn't work I did the one thing that seemed to work the other day; I kissed her on the lips. She woke up, her eyes coming open.

She pulled away and her eyes were clouded with confusion, pain and......anger?

"What's wrong?" I asked her caringly.

"You! I just. I just. Ughhhh! I don't know! Stop messing with me. You're just playing with my mind, Jimmy! So stop!" She shouted, jumping from the bed. She now had tears in her eyes and I was left speechless. I found myself growing angry at her.

"I’m playing with your head, Kimberly? More like you're majorly fucking up mine! I have tried to be nice to you the whole time and believe me, it's hard as hell for me to show my emotions. Especially to the one that I love to hate, that I hate to love! Get it through your head, Kim, because you're giving me mixed signals as well! It makes me happy when you actually like me but other times when you're being a bitch it makes me mad that I love a bitch like you! That’s right, Kimz, I said it. I LOVE YOU!" I yelled, now standing in front of her, looking down at her, her wrists captured by my hands. Tears now fell freely down her face as I leaned closer and whispered, "Big mistake, though, because I don't love you anymore. Now leave." I demanded, releasing her wrists and shoving her slightly towards the door. I watched sadly as she stormed from my apartment, slamming the front door after her.

"Good job, my son," a voice behind me spoke eerily.

Kimmy's POV-

After I slammed the door shut, I ran down the hall and to the elevator, getting in and pressing the button for the main floor. Where can I go? I don’t want to head back to Brian’s, he's stressed enough as is. I don't want to bother the girls any more than I already have. Jimmy's out of the equation so... my counselor! As the elevator stopped, I wiped my tears and set off to the front door. I walked out into the early morning air and pulled out my phone, dialing my counselor.

"Hello," Samantha said into the phone.

"Hey, Sam," I sniffled before continuing, "Can you please come get me from Jimmy's apartment? I need to talk to you again."